Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1887-08-25

mo, uncle" said Faith, meekly.
"But you'll let me thank you for all
your kindness, and"
mo, won'tr' said Uncle Nahum,
so shortly that poor Faith fed up
stairs in dismay, and had quiet little
cry, Notwithstanding that she was so
very, very happy.
For Uncle Nahum, brusque and
grabbed though he was, was all the
father she had ever known. But she
packed her trunk and went to Violet
Smiths, in New York, which was all
the pleasanter, in that Marmaduke
Bourne had also betaken himself to
this modern Gotham and gone to work
studying law as if he meant to take
Coke and Blackstone by storm And
Miss Violet Smith, who was a senti-
mental young lady, sympathized in
tensely, and the young couple were as
unreasonably happy as many another
couple has been before, and will be
again.
But one day Duke Bourne came in
with face full of tidings.
Faith" said he, shave you heard
the newsp"
What newsp' asked Faith.
"Your uncle will get the start of us,
after all.
"What do yon mean, DukeP"
"Why, he's going to be married"
Uncle Nahump" cried Faith, in
credulously.
Yes, Uncle. That accounts for
his being SO willing to get rid of us,
eh, little oneP"
"And who is the bridep" ques-
toned Faith.
Why, that's the mooted point yet.
Nobody seems to know. Some say
one, and some say another; but the
general impression seems to be that
it is the rich widow who owns the
brown-stone block on the corner"
"rm sure hope he will be happy"
said Faith, with tremulous lips and
eyes suffused with tears. "But-but l
think he might have said something
to us about it."
People are not generally in a
hurry 10 proclaim the fact that they
are about to make fools of them
selves" said Duke Bourne, bitterly.
why" cried Faith, laughing
through her tears, "that is precisely
what he said of u.s."
But the next day letter from Uncle
Nahum himself settled the matter. He
wrote:
"There is to be a wedding at my
house on the 18th, and l want you and
Marmaduke to be there without fail. "
"A wedding! At his house!' cried
Faith. Il supposed weddings were
celebrated at the BRIDES residence"
$50 they are, DEAR" said Miss Smith;
"but your uncle was always so eecen-
trio"
"What shall we dop" asked Faith.
'Why, go, of course, said Marina
duke Bourne, 'to show that we bear nc
ill-will, if for no other reason"
The 18th of March arrived, cold.
clustering night and the old red brick
house was all in glimmer of light as
the young betrothed pair drew up to
the door. Uncle Nahum met them
on the threshold, in his old-fashioned,
swallow-tailed coat with huge white
camelia in his button-hole and pair Of
surprisingly white kid gloves.
"Have you brought your whit
frockp" was his first question to hi
niece.
mo, uncle, l."
THAT won't do" said Uncle Nahum
mo one must come to my wed
ding without a marriage garment
It's lucky l provided one for you
Come upstairs now and change you
dress"
But uncle, a white silk!' criet
Faith, looking in dismay at the glisten
ing dress laid out for her use.
What then? Isn't white silk tn,
thing for weddingP Put it on quick
and I'll send some one to bring yol
down in five minutes"
And so, with doubling heart Faitl
Nixon robed herself in the white dress
with its trimmings of vapory blond
and long trail.
where's your vailP" said Uncl
Nahum, when he came himself, fey
minutes later, to the door.
Uncle, / can't wear a vail. pleade'
Faith.
"But you mustr' said Uncle Nahum
nobody comes to my wedding with
cut vail" And he placed the wreatl
lightly on her head.
But Uncle Nahum, they will tax
me for the bride"
LET EN-" said the old gentleman
Take my arm. Now come down
stairs, and III show you the bride
Here she is.
Lifting her bewildered eyes Eait
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